Epilogue One
“Motherfucker!” I shake my battered hand, trying to dispel the pain from it.
“You okay?” Jacob asks from his workbench without looking up. By now, he knows the difference between my “Mari hurt herself doing something foolish” swears and my “Mari is actually injured” swears.
“Pinched my finger again getting that sensor housing in place.”
I hear a huff of laughter as I examine my finger. “You’ve got to figure out a different method for that, babe.”
It’s nothing serious, only a small blood blister forming under the surface. Next to the other one from last week. Perhaps he is right.
I sigh. “Well, I think I’m done for the evening, anyway. My hands are tired, and we have to get going soon.” I slip off my purple ring splints and don my metal set.
In the months since I won the Circuit Smack World Championship, things have been good.
I’ve kept my teaching job, I took a paid position helping Jacob with the new youth robotics club he’s sponsoring, and we’ve been in discussion about me consulting for his firm.
Between the school, the club, and my Circuit Smack winnings, I’m finally able to work in a way that’s more sustainable for me.
We’ve made our workshop as accessible as possible, and I’ve even been experimenting with adaptive tools.
While my pain will never disappear, the changes have helped me significantly.
It took me a while to recover from the toll of the four weeks of Circuit Smack.
I could hardly do anything for a month afterwards, but I’m back in action now and preparing for next year.
I came up with a list of ways to make my run next year more sustainable.
Next week, thanks to my sponsors, I’m interviewing people who want to be on my team.
Chris applied, unsurprisingly. Fatimah applied, too, which was surprising but so very welcome.
Slowly but surely, day after day, I’m building the life I always wanted.
With my winnings, I helped Ava furnish her dorm, get her books, and set enough aside to pay for her entire undergrad degree.
I get to help my sister chase her dreams and build the life she wants now, too.
If I win next year, I’ll even be able to pay for her graduate degree if she decides she wants one.
I paid off my student loans, too. My debts, my family’s debts, are finally wiped clean.
My dad is thriving in managing his old shop without having to run the business. With an accessibility grant, he and the new owners updated the shop and staffed it with other disabled mechanics. He gets to work on cars again the way he likes, without worrying about anything else.
“Yeah, I’m getting sick of this robot, too,” Jacob grumbles. He leans back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. His fitted gray sweater slides up his abs with the movement, putting his toned stomach on display. It’s a sight that immediately awakens every part of me.
“You can’t complain about how my crop tops are distracting you when you put that slutty waist on display,” I joke as I prowl towards him.
His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Now you know how I feel,” he says.
I put my hands on the arms of his chair, caging him in. “I suppose I do.”
His dimple dents his cheek mischievously as he stares into my challenging eyes. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Put your hands on the armrests and don’t move them unless I say you can.” He nods quickly, arms flying to them as I push his legs apart. I throw a thick shop towel down for my knees and sink to the floor.
He’s already hard, and his thick cock twitches against my cheek as I nuzzle his bulge.
The scent of him clinging to the warm, soft denim makes my mouth water.
It’s like his pheromones were tailor made to drive me wild.
I can’t pull myself away, even as I reach to undo his pants.
The moment they’re open, I press closer, relishing in the heat of him.
I lick him through the thin material of his boxers, and he moans.
The padded leather creaks under his hands as he grips tighter.
“Mari,” he gasps.
“Hm?” I hum against him, and the vibrations make him shudder.
“You’re killing me.”
I take him out of his boxers, the silky, smooth skin under my fingers taut with his desire. “Should I stop?”
“Fuck no.” When I lick a wet stripe up the underside of his cock, he gasps again. “Please, please, whatever you do, do not stop.”
When I take his leaking tip in my mouth, his familiar taste is salty and sweet on my tongue.
I moan around him and gaze up at him as I take him so deep, my nose presses against the soft hairs on his pubic bone.
His eyes are black, the silver of his irises obscured by lust. His panting, pink mouth is slack with pleasure.
I hope he can see the sheer delight in my eyes as I swallow around him. I let myself fall into the delightful rhythm of the task for a few minutes until his thighs shake at the temptation of release before I pull off with an audible “pop.”
“Put the chair arms up,” I tell him as I brace myself on his knees to stand up. “Good. Now put your hands behind your back.”
His hands clasp behind the thin support holding up the chair back as he looks at me curiously. “What’s going on in that brilliant, beautiful head of yours?”
“Be patient,” I chide as I push his legs together again, making sure his hard cock is still jutting up at the right angle for me.
I round the chair and tilt his head to the side and place a trail of kisses along his jaw and neck.
He shudders in response. “I wonder if you could cum only from me kissing you.”
“Mari,” he groans.
I giggle. “Don’t worry, that’s for a different night.” I set his head straight again and walk back around. His cock bobs the second he lays eyes on me. He tells me how sexy I am regularly, but it’s still an ego boost every time I see the proof of it.
I swing my leg over his narrow hips and watch the fact that I’m not wearing underwear register. It only takes a second for his head to fall back in pleasure as I sink down on his thick cock, gasping at the stretch, no matter how wet I am. “Lucky for you, I’m not very patient.”
Even with my knee recovered, riding him in bed is hard.
Like this, though, it’s easy and fun. I start slowly, grinding down on him, letting each swivel of my hips bump my clit against his pelvis.
Pleasure zings through me as I grow impossibly wetter.
I kiss his neck as I bounce, riding him slowly and steadily.
He moans as I sink gentle teeth into his neck. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”
“What are you going to do about it, Jacob?” I whisper in his ear before tenderly biting the lobe.
I can sense the shift in the air. The rippling of energy between us is like a star going supernova. His hands shoot around and land on my hips, fingers digging into the dimpled flesh.
“I’m going to fuck you like you deserve, sweetheart.”
My arms fly around his neck as he slams my hips up and down on his cock. Stars explode in my vision as he hits the right spot over and over. It’s all I can do to hold on for dear life as he takes utter control of the situation, my body, and my pleasure.
“You sit across the workshop all day, shaking that ass in front of me in this tiny, little skirt,” he growls.
“And I find out you’re not even wearing panties?
” One hand releases its grip to smack my ass.
I gasp. “How am I ever supposed to focus again? I’ll be wondering every time.
” He kisses me fiercely, and I moan into his mouth.
“I guess you’ll have to check,” I say against his lips, and it’s his turn to moan.
“You destroy me, Mari.”
That does it. Tables have turned, and I’m cumming on his cock as my shouts echo off our workshop walls. He slams me down one last time before filling me ‘til I’m overflowing.
I rock back and forth through our aftershocks and kiss him sweetly. “Destroy you, huh?”
“And remake me every single day.”
“I love you.”
“And I love you. Even if I’m seriously going to have to take at least fifteen minutes out of my day to check if you’re wearing panties.” He laughs.
I roll my eyes. “Oh, the hardships you must endure,” I laugh. I check my watch, arm still wrapped around his neck. “Shit, we’re going to be late.”
He slides me off him and smooths my skirt down my hips. He’s sticky on my thighs, and it’s deliciously sinful. “How much time do we have?”
“We should have left ten minutes ago.”
“Well, we better get cleaned up and feed Asimov quickly. I can’t be late to my first Williams family Christmas,” he says and kisses me, gentle and reverent. “I can’t wait to give you your present.”
“I can’t wait to give you your present,” I say back as I slip on my coat.
I can’t wait to do this with him every day for the rest of our lives.